Tuesday, January 5th, 2021 at approximately 2:22 pm EST
Rebirth
Continue to call me Greg, yet know that I know that Gregory and Gregorius were constructed; I am …
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It started just like any other walk out the door, left up the street there was no road less traveled nor not taken same roads as before left on Blake Blake becomes Glen starting to find my stride dog tethered emerges from the brush near his house he howls at me; I howl back puzzled he barks; I bark back he looks at me quizzically as I am past him, looking back, I say “I love you too.”
I wonder if he sensed my soul, it is expanding after all. I am walking down the incline of Glen towards North Main Street of Salem New Hampshire, envisioning my soul expansion as a bubble around the neighborhood no road less traveled nor not taken same roads as before, for all I know same invisible footprints as countless walks before recalling my conversation with Anne, my God-channel when telepathy of feelings is not enough, Saturday night for the first time I said, “I am Marcus” and we both ignored it and went right on with our conversation,
I hadn't thought of that in the nearly 3 days hence
Turning right onto N. Main just as I had so many afternoons, mornings, nights and wee hours of the past month in my chrysalis, long since emerged a butterfly already shape-shifted into the Elephant “I am Marcus” repeating in my head every follicle now exciting I speak “I am Marcus” I hop off the road into some grassy snow and the tears start to follow as they are again now and Rama’s and Sitara’s kinetic love and energetic transference have my fingers flying across the keys….
I AM MARCUS I EXCLAIM in my best Kirk Douglas
I call Anne to give her the news. She says: “Integration complete. Phew!”
Rama-crate,
Marcus
April 26, 2023 Poet’s Note: Some readers know my story. Many do not. My parents named me Gregory. After my March 19, 2020, spiritual awakening, instantaneously and oh so painfully catalyzed by the sudden and wholly unexpected death of my 36-year-old lover of just 10 months, I discovered that my soul’s name is Marcus and that Gregory is my soul’s 17,043rd human incarnation. All of that is discussed many times and from various angles throughout my profile. Here’s a piece that sums up much of it:
